The next second, her face swiftly flushed red, growing hotter and hotter.
Lan Mu was shirtless, with just a towel wrapped around his lower body, and droplets of water he hadn't bothered to wipe off rolled down his clearly defined muscles.
Yan Zao's reaction did not escape Lan Mu's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a subtle, satisfied smirk.
He strode into the room with his long legs.
Passing by Yan Zao, he said indifferently, "Get me a glass of water."
He was immediately by the bed, and just as Yan Zao was about to nod in agreement to get him water, Lan Mu suddenly yanked off the towel wrapped around him.
"This towel is too small."
Yan Zao's eyes bulged!
She was stunned for a long while, and when she finally snapped out of it, she yelled, "Lan Mu!"
Lan Mu turned back, frowning at the woman whose cheeks were crimson, "Making a fuss, haven't you seen before?"
With an expression that read 'you naive, foolish woman.'
Yan Zao: "..."
